Quinton Mann is CIA through and through. Mark Vincent is WBIS for life. There is no way they could end up as anything other than adversaries -- and yet, Quinn takes Mark out to dinner on his birthday -- the one no one is supposed to know about -- and gives him one hell of a present in the restaurant's restroom. Mark, not to be outdone, has decided to escalate this game, because it has to be a game, right? There's no way it can be anything else.<br><br>But as the game continues, as Quinn shows up to a WBIS funeral, as a friend of Mark’s penetrates the CIA computer network to get information on Quinn, as Mark breaks into Quinn's house and gives Quinn a very interesting encounter, both Quinn and Mark realize that this is becoming the most real thing in their lives.<br><br>Can they find a way to do their jobs and keep this surprising, intriguing connection?

Houseboat on the Nile

He held up his glass, which was also empty, took mine, and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he sat down on the sofa beside me. “Now, you were saying?”


I edged closer to him and slid my arm around his shoulder. “You smell good.” I nuzzled the spot just above his collar and licked the skin. He jumped. Nice to know I still had it. I started to pet his thigh. He shifted and spread his legs, his cock making a nice bulge beneath his fly. “Sooo, the woman was all alone in this house, and a bad storm blew in. Just before the power went off—”


“Oh, the power went off?” Quinn asked a little hoarsely, his hand doing some exploring of its own, shaping my cock through the soft material of my sweatpants.


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